Ok, well, I don't care much for my brother's fiancee
, but they were moving right by daniel and I yesterday, so we offered to help them once they got to PA (moving from NJ). Well, we get a phone call at 10:30 that one of his friends who was supposed to help them couldn't cause his grandmother had passed away - understandable. The other friend (his best friend AND best man) was MIA (and was till 7:30 pm). So, the only people who were there to help were my parents (mind you, when daniel and I moved, his fiancee, him, nor my parents even offered to help us), so would we be able to go over and help? So, Daniel and I get our behinds out of bed and drive to Jersey to help them.
What we find when we get there is proposterous! They are only half packed! My parents had to go out and get more boxes so we could stuff things in them. Half the stuff they had packed were in boxes, the other half....in those new Glad Felixibags! What a disaster! Then, Laura (the fiancee) decides to play damsel in destress and say that she didn't have muscles, so she couldn't really lift anything, and oh, she didn't feel well....my brother is a weakling, so the heavy heavy stuff was done by my father and Daniel as well as the packing of the U-Haul. I carried so much stuff down those 14 steps! Stuff I can't believe I lifted!
When we get to their apartment in PA, a couple of Laura's co-workers who live there came to help and all of a sudden she was like, look at me, I can carry things! And look at me, I feel sooo much better! Well, we all unloaded the truck - and needless to say at 8:00 pm I was happy to leave and NOT happy with my brother or Laura.
Today, it hurts to walk I am so sore!
Whew! Thanks for letting me vent, I feel better!